The Dance
Lithely moving
they cross the dance floor in swirls
their feet barely touching the ground
as they spin in perfect rythme around
smiles light their faces
as he dips her to the floor
and up again
into a waltz in breathtaking time
so skilled are they you think that they simply float
until their perfect moment comes all undone
by another couple who are having fun
as they cavort around the ballroom floor
it doesn't get any better than this
they think
as they see the other couple walk out the door-
fractured inklings of why this could be
haunts the couple that lost the contest
and they wondered why me?
They had practiced and practiced for this very dance
a dance that drew parallel lines to the couples romance
each step
each hand hold
practiced till they had fabulous timing
but now they were suddenly
adept at pining...
never mind
never mind
we will rise again
and this time we will make it the tango
aware of where we place our steps
perfect and precise
neat and free
holding our boundaries
from the others that be.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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